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WHO: The Spider-Devil family and friends and guests. If you have a reason to be there, come on in? Feel free to ask if you’re not sure.
WHERE: May and Reilly’s place at the MAC
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: Attempting to bring joy to Daredevil and Devil jr.
SUMMARY: It’s Reilly and Matt’s birthday! A party is thrown, good times are had. Whether the birthday boys like it or not.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever! Feel free to start your own area/event threads.

After the late- or was it just really early?- birthday-meeting with Matt and dad the night before, May had immediately headed home to start decorating and generally preparing for the day. This would be the second of Matt and Reilly’s birthday’s she’d be witness to. It was weird to think about. But more than that, she was determined to give this year’s a little more kick to it than the rushed surprise cake from the year before. She knew all the more now how rarely either man celebrated the day at all, let alone happily. And just in case she’d been in danger of forgetting that, Matt’s post the night before had certainly reinforced the point.

So she’d gone all out. Streamers, balloons, all the works she could manage in their small apartment, even a few frosting scented (and oh so carefully webbed by the bottom in place) candles for the birthday boy who couldn’t appreciate the sights. Along, of course, with the finest in ordered food and (non-alcoholic) drink she could manage with the pooled money from interested parties. Now it was just a matter of tricking the boys into both coming and staying long enough to enjoy themselves.

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[Yeah, Peter's seen that particular blank expression before.]

It's okay, you're allowed to think it's really boring. Most people do, but hey, that means more for me, right?

[She just shrugs slightly.]

Not that. [Well... sort of that.] Just... never been good at science.

Nothing wrong with that! I mean, I wouldn't know the difference between karate and kung fu if my life depended on it.

[This is true! All of Spidey's knowledge of fighting has been picked up on the fly. Or the streets, rather.]

But y'know, I bet you are pretty good at some sciences. All the best fighters I've met can calculate trajectories, acceleration, mass ... it's math and physics even when it's lived instead of written on a whiteboard.

You should... come train, then.

[She looks more skeptical about the second part.]

I-I don't know. Just... know how to fight. Don't think about it.

Heh. I'll leave that to you and Reilly. Me, I'm satisfied with the better part of valor.

Oh, no, I don't mean you run the equations in your head. I'm saying you have an intuitive, real world understanding of the same principles that mathematicians, scientists, and engineers work with in their labs.

[He waves his hands around in what's probably supposed to be some sort of visual aid.]

When you know that you need to move this part of your body this fast to dodge a punch thrown at you from that speed and angle -- you're basically solving a physics problem. It's all mathematics, at the root of it.

[She still doesn't understand most of what he's talking about, but it sounds good and smart, so she nods in appreciation.]

Never, um, thought about it... like that.

Well, I'll grant you it's not a conventional take on things, but I'm pretty sure I'm right.

[He shrugs.]

So what's it like teaching at the dojo? What kind of students do you get?